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on the street photography days

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 Days became weeks, months, years. All those steps on those sidewalks, trying to understand what photography was all about for me, taking a personal diary, finding my place in an ever-changing existence. It's been a while now (years) since I've wandered the streets like I used to do. Now it's more personal, more private, more direct. It can be about me getting older and searching different things. But I remember those days of constant exposure with real joy and sometime they come back.  After all, it's the same research about finding a place and meaning.

Making Time Keeper book

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Recently I've been spending endless hours in my darkroom-basement . I am starting to love that place. Is becoming surviving to a big change in the photography market and a creative place where I can work in a state of creative isolation. It's direct relations versus a social-based world. While making order I found the Old Time Keeper Box, the kind of huge boxes I make while working in a moodboard way, I was just collecting pictures until something emerged. I can clearly remember a friend telling me "this is not a collection, is a delirium". Time keeper was about this, it was a book about the process of discovery. It's never been intended as a "best of" book, but like a printed moodboard. It shows the good and the bad, all united by the sense of a couple decades going by. A couple decades where my daughter became a young woman, someone disappeared and trees grow up becoming a small forest. In the middle of this you have the experience of getting lost and

Martin Parr's Advice to Young Photographers

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  From the many videos to young photographer I've seen around and even if Martin Parr photography is not what I look at as a reference, this is probably one of the most sincere messages to young photographers...

Map, a serie and a diary by pictures.

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 Afterwords I have been taking pictures around different cities daily for decades now. Suddenly, everything starts looking as a map of a place that has no definite name or belonging. The rhythm of the crowd, loneliness, fascination, and tiredness melt together in a swirl. Many of us experienced some sort of isolation during the pandemic from the daily grind and this looks like a diary about celebration and escape. As the act of shooting in the streets is changing for me, photographs are memory and photocopy of the daily life experience itself. A swift, successive chain of things, That flash, kaleidoscope-like, now in, now out, Now straight, now eddying in wild rings, No order, neither law, compels their moves, But endless, constant, always swiftly roves. Alice Dunbar-Nelson - 1875-1935

Map, handmade book version

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For years and years has been street photography. Wandering, learning. Learning to see, to feel.  Getting awareness on life. I decided to celebrate this way of seeing in a handmade book for some lovers of photography. A hand-made book in edition of 10 copies on 20x20 cm format recycled fiber paper and rags, 26 digital photos on Permajet Matt paper 15 cm format, with a fanzine printed and stitched manually, 32 A5 pages . Both projects have manual interventions inside. Each copy contains a 15x20 size print on matte Ilford Classic Baryta paper with silver salts and other small accessories. Map is the final synthesis of a period of over twenty years.